On paper it’s a canny move
But our game is played on pitch
Such gadjees rarely ever lose
Whilst their agents make them rich.
Most will have more clubs than Tiger
Those who don’t will draw the dole
As greengages keep a rising
For the likes of them, what sell their souls.
Mega-store has had his name
Printed on the shirts
In time to play his opening game
So yer wallet pains with hurt.
He’ll kiss yer shirt, his ankle’s turned
When it’s all hands to the pump
A blip in form, awa’s the norm
He’ll bid au revior, and jump.
Integrity? Never mentioned
A word that’s rarely used
Most players would be hard pressed
To even spell the word if pushed?
“Whatsinnit for me”, they’re all ears
Alert and on the ball
Money will allay their fears
When the cash cows comes to call.
We’ve had “em” down at our place
Most clubs supporters have
Turning out for mega wages
A reet bunch of canny lads.
Take this latest mercenary
Who starred in the Sven / Notts County debacle
Lets hope The Toon ain’t getting burnt
By carrying Sol to Newcastle!